Trusting A Rouge

2. Kill her

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* Scarlett POV *

"I told you I was on Earth. Did I not?" I decided to ignore his last question. Acting dumb was my only choice, seeing as how I could not think of a reasonable answer.

"Whose scent is that? I'm not gonna ask again." I took a step back. He clenched his fist. Logan's face was becoming a crimson color. His brown eyes were becoming a yellowish green. His once circular pupil converted into a sharp oval. His fangs also grew an inch. Logan's wolf was going to surface any second now.

Only I was not going to give him a reaction. I'm sure he got pleasure of seeing me scared. "A wolf'." I shrugged, off his question once again.

"Stop." He let out a deep growl from the back of his throat.

"Stop what Logan?" I continued to play dumb. I tried to sound genuinely confused. I even went as far as to furrow my brows and bat my eyelashes.

"I SAID STOP!" He roared. Suddenly my back slammed into the wall. It did not hurt my back as much as it did my shoulders. He took a hold of my wrists and pinned them above my head. His nails begun to turn into claws. He dug them into my skin. Every time my heart would beat he would add pressure. I could start to feel the blood drip down my arm.

"You are hurting me, Logan," I whimpered. The blood began to drip into the crease of my armpit. The feeling was extremely uncomfortable. My arms began to fall asleep, as the circulation was being cut off.

"If you don't tell me who the creature is, I will kill you."
His threat placed no fear in me instead filled me with anger.
Instead I wondered, how was I his mate? How could he say such words?
"If you don't let me go you will regret this dearly." I threatened back. I was not sure why. It did not phase me in the smallest way, that I just threatened him. Usually I never stand up for myself so strongly, but his threat did not sit well with my wolf.
As I finished my thought a large fist made contact with my nose. It stung instantly making my eyes water. No longer having my wrists restrained, I crouched down holding my face. Had Logan, my mate, actually struck me?

After just barely recovering I turned to him. His eyes were wide. All the anger on his face that was once there disappeared. His wolf along with it. Fear was written in all the creases and lines of his face. Fear... There was absolutely no concern, no guilt, and no regret.

I thought mates would never do that.
No, actually I knew a mate would never commit such an act. So then, "Why?"

"I am so sorry, Scarlett." Of course another meaningless sorry. He was truly not sorry. He was more frightened than anything...

"You are not my mate, are you?" I narrowed my eyes. That was the only notion I could conclude

Logan simply stared at my feet. In some sort of trance, he muttered "fuck" repetitively.  Assuming he would be in that state for a while, I hurried out the room. I made my way towards the Alpha's office. As I made my small journey, I could not help but let the tears in my eyes fall. I was clearly the biggest mess. My wrist were practically slit and scarlet with blood . My nose was broken, gushing with blood and throbbing.
We usually heal fast but that's under the right conditions and if probably heal completely in a month.

Finally reaching the man's workspace, I barged in without a knock. Obviously, it was incredibly disrespectful, but I was hurting physically and emotionally. I could not care less.
I cleared my throat, although I already had his attention.

"Yes, Scarlett." He raised his grizzled eyebrow at me. Even as he stared at me, he did not stop typing on his computer. I could see his eyes examining my injuries only he did not care. He was too busy to care. This Alpha never stopped working. I felt sorry for him, but I did not show it as he was not very fond of me. Yes, his son was my apparent mate, but he still disliked me very much.